y dyn cuddio

I can't help but think of him Even as I close my eyes His face looms in my mind Oh the way they glow His eyes full of every terrible Beautiful form of torture that exists In our crazy fucked up world And I know he would kill me In kindness and in reality In … Continue reading y dyn cuddio

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I despise the scrabbling sounds Rats in the walls Demons at the windows Reminding me that I'm never alone There's always somebody here And my skin hurts from smiling And my bones whine At least as much as I do I'd just like to be alone for five minutes without my mask It itches